I don't mean that creative people are somehow finer, or more sensitive, and thus have finer, more sensitive nervous breakdowns - you can save that horseshit for the Sylvia Plath worshipers. It's just that creative people have creative breakdowns.

The glory of a good tale is that it is limitless and fluid; a good tale belongs to each reader in its own particular way.

It always comes down to just two choices. Get busy living, or get busy dying.

He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this bed, filled with their peaceful heat under two quilts, and wishing it could be like this forever.

And will I tell you that these three lived happily ever after? I will not, for no one ever does. But there was happiness. And they did live.

Part of my function as a writer is to dream awake. And that usually happens. If I sit down to write in the morning, in the beginning of that writing session and the ending of that session, I'm aware that I'm writing. I'm aware of my surroundings. It's like shallow sleep on both ends, when you go to bed and when you wake up. But in the middle, the world is gone and I'm able to see better.

The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them.